But the reality is,
We don't ever make it there.
And in striving to reach such a place,
Which may be right beside us
Or hundreds of miles away,
We live a complete life,
And when we die,
We realise that with each step,
To the promise land,
We were lighting the path behind,
Paving the way for success.
Well written Daanish! Vast grasslands of Dhilaka will inspire us for ever. Nice frame of the friends in the grassland!
BTW, your poem reminded me of a poem by one one of the Jnanapeet awardee poet in Kannada, Kuvempu which is here. There is an English translation too. I think importance of the goal is limited to the choice of path towards it and that path is what matters in life, not the end goal itself..
